Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.
But, with a calm, incurious eye,
She sees the swift cars speeding b
Then turns again to labor.
She is content to plod along.

Every soul that touches yours—
Be it the slightest contact—
Get there from some good;
Some little grace; one kindly thou
One aspiration yet unfelt;

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording

Kissass is the Part of Peace
America will have to Kissass Moth
Whites have to Kissass blacks, fo
Only Pathway to Peace, Kissass.

Understand, I am always trying to
what the soul is,
and where hidden,
and what shape
and so, last week,

Pursue love with caution
For love appears in many forms of
A warning to your guileless heart
Be ready and be smart.

Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big jok
A dance that’s walked
A song that’s spoke,

The whole field was so smelly;
We smelt the poor dog first:
His horrid swollen belly
Looked just like going burst.
His fur was most untidy;

The apes yawn and adore their flea
The parrots shriek as if they were
Like cheap tarts to attract the st
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and
Lie still as the sun. The boa-con

of her arms, this was her sin:
where the wood berries bin
of forest was new and full,
she crept out by its tall
posts, those wooden legs,

Babe Jesus lay in Mary’s lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
For she sang: ‘Sleep on, my littl